So this is a quick little drabble I wrote up during class today and I thought I may as well post it. Thank you for taking the time to read this and please review and tell me what you think.
Dying, he thought dimly, was surprisingly lack luster. He chuckled lightly, coughing when his blood filled lungs protested. Even though his body was mostly numb to him a lick of what might have been pain came from what he guessed was his throat. This made him want to laugh even harder but his lungs were failing him and he was fast bleeding out of the hole through his chest that had so cruelly just missed his heart but did nick an artery or two guaranteeing the end of his life.
As the edges of his vision ebbed away, he couldn't help but contemplate the how boring his own demise was. Strung up to a tree on the first fucking day of the war, such a plain story for an average shinobi, but what more could he have expected.
Still, this wasn't much of a tail for his little girl. Damn, he had fucked her over just as his old man had fucked him, dying in some foreign land in for some pitiful cause. He had promised himself that he would be different; that he'd never end up one of those nameless graves that littler battle fields. He'd be a hero, fighting for some noble cause. He'd had big dreams and a bigger ego when he'd joined ninja training. That bright optimism, all those dreams, fuck, even pessimism was beaten out of him by the time he crawled his way to chunin, settling into an average shinobi. He had become filler, fighting, and now dying for some crazy reason in a faraway battle field. His father, he, and his comrades were all just background pieces, numbers to add strength to the village, statistics to wager which side had won. They were just additions to aid the real heroes, the main characters.
Total darkness and deafness overtook him and he fell completely away from his physical form. He was okay with it, he supposed, and even if he wasn't there wasn't much he could do about it now. All he could hope for was that his daughter to have more sense than him because dying like this was boring, but living like that is unforgivable.